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On a request, here are my lilac photos on color, showcasing this flower that insists on flaunting its beauty in every possible lighting condition—it’s like the diva of the garden and the scent of her, aah!! Whether it’s posing against a clear blue sky, showing off its gorgeous self amidst lush greenery, or just casually lounging in the softness of a pastel backdrop, the lilac’s knack for stealing the spotlight, proving once and for all that flowers can outshine even the best of us in the color department!




This is fresh from the camera, one of my favorite spots to sit and relax Monday Window

For John’s Cellpic Sunday, I am sharing an inspiring collection of photos showcasing men over 60 in action, embodying the spirit and enthusiasm that often defies age. Their unwavering passion and dedication, demonstrating that soccer is not just a game for the young. These players, full of energy 😊 remind us that the love for the sport can flourish at any stage of life. I am looking how number 13 does in the field.

Well it is typical that men at this age get the field later in the evening, this was around 9 PM




I wrote a piece of fiction to go with these images of an abandoned house, illustrating the eerie silence that envelops the crumbling walls and overgrown garden. As I delved deeper into the story, the forgotten echoes of the past began to emerge, trying to paint a picture of the lives once lived within those decaying rooms. The shadows seemed to whisper secrets, share my take of the the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the layers of dust and time.

In the heart of a forgotten village, there stood an old, rundown house that held the whispers of its vibrant past. It had a faded, cracked exterior and a barely intact tiled roof, with memories of joyful days trapped in every corner. The walls, now worn and discolored, showed glimpses of the brick and stone beneath, framing the door and windows like silent guardians of time. This house used to belong to the Georgiou family, who left it behind decades ago following a series of unfortunate events. The wooden door, slightly open and well-worn, hinted at laughter and love that once filled the space, now muted by silence. The windows, partially covered with old shutters, were entwined with greenery, as nature gradually took back what people had forsaken. Surrounding the house, wild grass danced in the breeze, while a bare, spindly tree reached for the sky—a testament to resilience and a haunting reminder of the family’s departure. Above, the heavy clouds seemed to grieve for a life that used to buzz with energy, as if the past longed to be acknowledged once again.

The deteriorating corner of an old, rustic roof made of curved terracotta tiles, many of which are covered with patches of moss and appear weathered and broken. Below the roof, the wall shows signs of decay with exposed bricks and crumbling plaster, revealing various textures and layers of construction materials. Bare tree branches extend across the lower left of the frame, contrasting with the warm earthy tones of the roof and wall. The sky is clear and bright, adding a subtle contrast to the aged, textured structures in the foreground. Can you see a doll on the roof, or is it just me? What is the story there?






The weathered window set into an old, deteriorating wall once belonged their daughter Eleni spent her childhood. The window shutters are wooden and painted red, but the paint is severely chipped and peeling, revealing the worn wood beneath. Eleni would often sit by this window, dreaming of adventures beyond the walls, her imagination ignited by the vibrant world outside. Below the window, overgrown green plants and small yellow flowers grow along the ledge and the base of the wall, remnants of Eleni’s once-cared-for garden where she picked flowers for her mother. As she grew older, the dreams by this window transformed into aspirations of travel, writing stories inspired by the landscapes she envisioned. The wall itself shows signs of decay, with cracked plaster and exposed bricks, echoing the passage of time since the family moved away, leaving behind a rustic and abandoned atmosphere with earthy, muted colors, which now serve as a silent witness to her cherished memories. This window became a portal for Eleni, connecting her past with a future filled with hopes of re-exploring the wild beauty beyond the walls that once confined her.

While I was in Crete, I came across this small, weathered two-story building that really caught my eye. It had a flat, tiled roof and the exterior was quite worn, with peeling paint all over. I noticed it had a single window with a roller shutter on the upper part, and there was this interesting balcony-like feature adorned with four diamond-shaped yellow accents. It seemed to have some antennas and cables cluttering the roof, including a satellite dish and an old TV antenna, and a subpanel and a water tank for warm water, which hinted that someone lived there, even though the door does not suggest that. This building gives mixed signals. The building was surrounded by tall grass and colorful wildflowers, and in the background, there were lush green trees under a clear sky. It was in a peaceful, rural area, and the atmosphere was kind of lonely.

Posted for Dan’s Thursday Doors even if it’s Friday.

Finding sporting images related to Monochrome Madness this week, hosted by the well-known Elke of Pictures Imperfect, has proven to be quite challenging for me. Here are few. Keeping it short and simple. Gotta run.. 😂






Could this be a large, light-colored marine animal, which could be a shark or another large marine mammal, such as a manatee or possibly a dolphin, or perhaps something totally different altogether?
Participating in Six Word Saturday

By the beach in Maleme a pair of weathered wooden benches positioned on a grassy patch adorned with small purple and yellow wildflowers, a large, leafy tree with a thick trunk, providing a natural backdrop and some shade. The sky is overcast, casting a soft, muted light over the scene. In the blurred background, distant buildings and conifer trees are faintly visible, adding depth and context to this tranquil outdoor setting. My last on the card is from Crete.

A timeworn monastery in Crete, known as the Gouverneto Monastery (or the Monastery of Our Lady of the Angels), is an active place of worship that beautifully showcases its yellow, textured facade, with signs of peeling paint that speak to its age. Notice the small wooden-framed windows and distinctive terracotta-tiled roof, topped with a dome and cross? This architectural detail certainly highlights its importance as a historical and religious site. In the foreground, verdant greenery, including a leafy tree and tall cypress bushes, frames the scene, introducing a natural element that adds depth to the composition. Meanwhile, the rugged hills in the background sit beneath an overcast sky, contributing to a tranquil and timeless ambiance. Established in 1537, the monastery is dedicated to the Virgin Mary and serves as a starting point for a popular hiking trail leading to the Arkouditissa Cave and the ruins of the abandoned Katholiko Monastery. It’s interesting to note that it was originally built as a Venetian-style fortress to protect the monks from pirate raids, featuring thick walls and defensive towers, which further emphasizes its significance on the island of Crete.

A serene night scene featuring a bright full moon partially obscured by thin, wispy clouds. Silhouettes of various trees, including leafless branches and a spruce, frame the moon and enhance the depth of the composition. The sky exhibits deep blue tones transitioning to lighter shades near the horizon, creating a mystical and tranquil atmosphere. Back home or our summer house, emphasizing the natural beauty of a quiet night in the countryside. Taken at 23:19 before May 1st – a day of celebration in Finland.
Participating on Brian’s Last on the Card April 2026

In Koukouvagia, the captivating interplay of sea and sky unfolds through varying cloud formations and hues. From the deep blue ocean to tranquil soft clouds, the scenes evoke a sense of calm and beauty. This serene environment highlights nature’s vastness and offers moments of hope amid a potentially overcast atmosphere.

As I gaze out at the vast expanse of ocean, its deep blue waters seem to stretch endlessly toward the horizon, mesmerizing and profound. Above me, the sky is alive with an array of cloud formations—darker, denser clouds mingle with lighter, wispy ones, hinting at the possibility of an overcast day or storm on the horizon. The muted colors create a calm yet somber atmosphere, while a hint of brightness peeks through the cloud cover near the horizon, offering a moment of hope amidst the gray.

I’m witnessing a tranquil seascape unfold before my eyes, with a vast, soft blue sky dotted by light, fluffy clouds. The horizon line gently divides my view, as the deep blue ocean fills the lower portion and the expansive sky stretches above. I can see the gentle blending of blues and whites, crafting a soothing and peaceful atmosphere. This minimalist view draws my attention to the natural beauty and vastness of the ocean and sky, filling me with a sense of infinite space and quietude.

The calm blue sea. Soft, white clouds stretch across the horizon, water’s surface. A minimalist style, emphasizing the natural connection between the sea, clouds, and sky, while showcasing subtle variations in color that reflect the time of day.
This week, Beth’s challenge is to revisit #155, “on the water.” I didn’t take part in these challenges back then, so it’s new for me and am I going overboard with this theme.
For this challenge,she is looking forward to seeing our interpretation of “On the Water”. It can be rivers, creeks, lakes, ponds, oceans, puddles, swimming pools or water parks. Think about scenic views of water, people having fun on the water, watercraft on the water, macros of water drops, or animals, birds, and plants floating on the water.She does give us lots of options.
What I am sharing in these images is my fascination with the waves and the rhythm they create as they roll and crash against the shore. The smooth pebbles, worn down by years of continuous motion, invite you to touch them, and you can be calmed down by rubbing your fingers across the surface of each one, feeling their coolness and texture. I am totally aware of the abundance of images I have taken, but if you open the galleries, you can quickly scroll through them and perhaps pause on a few, giving yourself the chance to truly appreciate my admiration for the power of water.

These memories were captured on a beautifully windy, cloudy, and cool day in Crete, our last day, and they resonate deeply within me. I spent a couple of hours observing as the waves with gust crashed against the shore, each crash echoing ln my heart, a melody only the sea could compose. As I sat there, drawn to the rhythm of the ocean, I appreciated the horizon, where the sky met the water in a endless embrace. The invigorating spray of sea water touched my skin, refreshing and full of life, while the salty breeze provided a familiar comfort, reminding me of my connection with the sea, a bond formed through countless sunrises and sunsets. With each gust of wind, I was more in touch with the moment, a clear sense of peace and tranquility.






























This concludes my week! I thoroughly enjoyed reflecting on this old challenge and considering how to approach it. It was a new experience for me. A huge thank you to Beth for her guidance—make sure to link your response to her post here. Additionally, your contributions to John’s “History Through the Lens” challenge last week were fantastic. Remember to return on Saturday, May 2 at noon eastern time, when Ann-Christine will lead the next challenge.
If you’re participating in the Lens‑Artists Challenge for the first time, welcome—we look forward to visiting your post. To join in, simply publish your take on this week’s theme, link back to Beth’s page, and add the Lens‑Artists tag so that others can find your work.
Please see this page for more information about the Lens-Artists Challenge and its history. If you don’t want to miss any future challenges, please consider subscribing to the team members’ websites.
Here we are The Lens-Artists: Tina, Patti, Ann-Christine, John, Sofia, Anne, Egidio, Beth, and myself Ritva.



After a week in Crete, I am back For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.




Something we don’t see that much, or at all in Finland.
Sofia is in search for our – Lucky Shots. Just like her my photography is largely influenced by chance. For me, I’d estimate that around 80% of it hinges on either the moment of capture or the editing process. This week, the request is to explore how that element of luck often results in our most remarkable images. Whether it’s being in the right spot at the right time, having faith in your camera, or experiencing pure serendipity, these unexpected moments create the types of shots that brighten our day.






The last one is lucky in many ways 😊so I set it as the featured image.

How wonderful it is to capture the shot of your dreams when all you had to do was press the button and let luck take care of the rest. I don’t know if these are the luckiest shots, but I do like them a lot. I hope you enjoy reminiscing about those fortunate moments and share them with us. Don’t forget to link back to Sofia’s post and tag Lens-Artists, so we can all discover your work easily in the Reader.
Last week Patti’s challenged focused on working with the three grounds as compositional tools and it was great to see your takes on this theme. John returns with our next challenge on Saturday, April 18th at noon EST. Until then, let’s keep exploring, broadening our horizons, and maintaining a positive mindset.
Please see this page for more information about the Lens-Artists Challenge and its history. If you don’t want to miss any future challenges, please consider subscribing to the team members’ websites.
Here we are The Lens-Artists: Tina, Patti, Ann-Christine, John, Sofia, Anne, Egidio, Beth, and myself Ritva.
Johns Cellpic Sunday




I took these yesterday as I watched the snow melt on the hill behind my backyard. I was able to sit outside as our patio is such that the house safeguards us from the wind. Am I happy to see the green emerging- the moss is so bright.
For John’s Cellpic Sunday.



The snow is melting so fast at the moment, you almost feel the spring. One of the first signs of spring in my backyard is the rise of the snowdrops. So near, but not yet there.

Soon…and from the ground, a gentle hum
as vibrant snowdrops reach for the sky
in just a week, a wave of change will come
and white blooms where life begins to thrive
with people arriving, pursuing bold dreams
they say the seasons can’t dictate our path
but one glance at a snowdrop, and optimism awakens.

Participating in SixWordSaturday
During our visit in February 2025, we stayed two weeks with my cousin at Casey’s Beach. Casey’s Beach is a sheltered, 800-meter-long sandy beach located in Batehaven, near Batemans Bay on the NSW South Coast, ideal for swimming, fishing, and snorkeling. It extends south from Observation Point, a lookout point offering panoramic ocean views of the Tasman Sea and Snapper Island, often used for whale watching.
It was our base for the second part of our Australia trip. We are so grateful for the warm hospitality of my cousin and his husband for allowing us to stay there, as their generosity made us so welcome. Each evening, it was nice to go to sleep listening to the soothing sounds of the waves hit the shore, providing a calming soundtrack to our nights. In the morning, we would awaken to the beautiful, panoramic view that greeted us, a breathtaking sight to marvel at. I have always dreamt of living by the coast, now I got the taste of it. Enjoying freshly made coffee crafted by our thoughtful host while enjoying breakfast on the balcony became a cherished routine. The gentle breeze carried the scent of saltwater. We appreciated the warmth of family and the wonders of Australia even more.
Here are some photos taken in the morning, day, dusk and sunset and blue hour after it. Night shots are missing 😂 Click on the gallery to enlarge the images.















I have posted several posts about the first half of our trip, I will add the links to them if you wish to have a look, they are in the order I posted them Sydney – Adelaide – South Australia – Victoria
Describing and illustrating trips packed with activities can feel like a monumental task—at least for me. It often seems like too much, and while I usually tend to overshare for the sake of my friends and readers, I’m now hit with a real challenge: Anne-Christine wants us to pull it off with just 5-10 pictures! Lens-Artists Challenge # – Your Journey in 5-10 images
My husband and I recently ( a year ago 😁, that is recently) took a trip to Australia, and let me tell you, editing all the photos has been quite the challenge! I didn’t write the texts; that was all him, but I’m having a hard time putting everything together, especially with the annoying hiccups from my hard drive issues. I had edited everything before but lost it all, so now I’m facing the daunting task of redoing it. Anyway, I just wanted to share a quick summary of part of our adventure. I definitely plan to post more pictures from our stops, because there was so much to see and experience at each location! Let’s get started, thanks for the text Mara!
This was going to be a day with nothing to do besides drive. The GPS said 750 km and 8 h 6 min from Bendigo to Caseys Beach in Bateman Bay. Start of the journey was full of twists and turns on narrow roads again, which actually made the drive more enjoyable than just staying on highways. The directions seemed to be always wrong, I felt like we going to Melbourne instead of the direction of Sydney. We managed to see plenty of small towns again with funny names. Seriously, there is nothing wrong with the names, but if you are not used indigenous names and languages, they seem humorous sometimes. Even though I don’t even know if these following names are indigenous: Colbinabbin, Wanalta, Moora, Waranga. Anyway, they were next to impossible to remember afterwards. I had to look them up from a map. I remember driving through Murchinson and Violet Town, though. From Violet Town we turned to Hume Highway, and I could just turn the cruise control on and coast – boooring!

We spend 450 km on Hume Highway, and even though the drive was boring, the scenery never was. Just before turning from the highway, we stopped at Yass for lunch. Yass, finally something to eat! After Yass we were directed again to smaller roads to bypass Canberra. We passed Little Billabong, Tumblong, Gundagai, Jugiong, Molonglo, Murrumbateman and Durran Durra (weren’t they a famous band in the 80’s?), before hitting and passing historical Braidwood. Soon after Braidwood we began descending from Clyde Mountain towards the coast,
The descend was exciting. For a while, very steep and winding road surrounded by lush flora, eucalyptus trees and mist. Unfortunately, there is no way of stopping to take pictures, but the going was sometimes so slow, that Ritva was able to take some photos from the car.

We finally arrived at Ritva’s cousins Heli’s and her husband house in Caseys Beach just before 7 pm. Heli is one of nine children of Family Saarikko that emigrated to Australia in 1969. Can you imagine immigrating to any country with nine children? Most of us can’t even imagine having nine children. And Finland is also pretty far from Australia. And none of them spoke hardly any English. But Australia was very inviting during that era, because the country needed more people. And 11 people at the same time must have been a jackpot to Australia. The father and quite a few of the seven boys ended up in lumber and building industries because they had some previous experience. Few of them ended up building the Parliament House in Canberra. But that is another story and I’m not the right person to tell it. Ritva’s family, with only three girls, emigrated at the same time but didn’t end up staying. The evening after a long day was spent correcting everything that is wrong with the world.
Day after we had it easy. I took a 1,5 h walk from Caseys Beach to town center, to Corrigan’s Beach, to observation point and back to the house. The observation point had been renovated since 2019. Now it had walkways, signs, murals on sidewalk and lookout decks. Nice! After the walk I had to do some shopping for necessities. First, I drove to drive-through bottle shop for beer and white wine, then to petrol station and finally to electronic store to buy an adapter for SD-card, so Ritva could transfer the photos to laptop. Also, some time was spent playing with Baxter the Dog. He is a Jack Russell.

On Thursday we took a little drive. Bermagui with its Blue Pool seemed tempting, so off we went. On the way we saw Narooma and Tilba Tilba but we decided to stop on the way back. The Blue Pool was still amazing with its combination of natural and man-made swimming pools. You get the picture, if you look at the pictures. I was lucky enough to video a sea lion cleaning itself between the rocks. Our lunch was grapes, chips and water at the Blue Pool. Catching some rays and taking it easy and people watching, of course. ( Click the gallery to see enlarged images)



Wallaga Lake was also on the way there, with white sands and birds


We didn’t end up stopping at Narooma at all, even though it had a nice little port with oyster shops. Tilba Tilba is a pretty old village that at present is meant for tourists. It has quaint little shops and cafes worth the visit, if you like that sort of thing. On the way over to Bermagui I had spotted the Bodalla Cheese Factory and I had a craving for ice cream. When we stepped in to the Factory, they told us that they just lost the power and naturally none of their machines was working and we couldn’t have ice cream. Bummer.

Last town before Batemans Bay was Mogo and no ice cream there either because everything was closed or closing. Mogo is a small touristy town. We didn’t want to disrupt our host’s normal schedule, so we ended up in observation point to see the sunset.

It has several common names in English, including:
Kaffir Lily, Clivia Lily, St. John’s Lily
The plant shown in the image is known by the scientific name Clivia miniata.


This plant is a perennial flowering plant native to Southern Africa and is a popular, long-lived houseplant known for its bright orange, trumpet-shaped blooms. I photographed it in southern Australia
Participating in Six Word Saturday
This was taken about a year ago, a rural landscape and farmhouse amidst lush greenery and distant hills in Mittagong, NSW, Australia. The scene was idyllic, under the cloudy sky. I did three edits and let the AI capture them; it was fun how it changed with each edit.This was fun, allowing me to explore various artistic interpretations and styles that breathed new life into the original image. Each version revealed a different aspect of the scenery, from subtle alterations in light and shadow to more pronounced changes in color saturation that transformed the overall mood of the photograph.
One-to-three Photo Processing Challenge hosted by The Squirrel Chase




I know I’m being a bit boring by sharing these old re-edited photos for Dan’s Thursday Doors, but honestly, I’m fresh out of new material right now. I can’t wait for the weather to warm up so I can get out there and soak it all in! I’m hoping to wander through the neighborhoods, looking for unique buildings and those interesting doors that seem to hold secrets of the past, and even present. I most likely will also photograph the vibrant colors and fresh blooms along the way. I will the my camera out, and maybe discover architectural gems that tell their own stories.

Well I could mark some locations in Paris for you but not all, and as these are taken in 2006, much has changed. The first one I am not able to name. By the way these were taken in the month of January.
For one, the reconstructed spire of Notre-Dame cathedral in Paris, with a design identical to the 1859 version designed by architect Eugène Viollet-le-Duc, is among the elements of the landmark to be reconstructed following the devastating fire in 2019. The rebuilt spire is topped with a recreation of the original cross, as well as a golden rooster designed by architect Philippe Villeneuve, who is leading the renovation works.











